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Friends With Benefits Part 4

I LIIIIIIIVE *in Mushu voice*

I know I’ve disappeared over the last few weeks and I’m so sorry, I don’t even have an excuse, I was just lazy, but here’s Chapter Fourrrrr

Alex was at a loss as to what the hell was going on in her life.

For starters, she slept with a colleague.

Now given that Bucky Barnes was no ordinary type of guy she could somewhat comprehend why she had slept with him. Besides, guy was easy on the eyes. So, in short, that made sense even if she was somewhat unhappy with that.

At 6:42am Alex was awoken by her phone being bombarded with text messages, from her ex no less.

That she had no idea what to make of. Kyle was never a particularly serious one, there was a maybe we can start dating but there wasn’t much else.

Then she got the call.

Her friend Katie Nichols whom she spent the better part of 20 years being soul mated to (yes soul mated was a term Alex considered to be legitimate) called her saying how she spotted her cousin in the city. Alex’s cousin, Kiera Clemmens was not her favourite person in the world. She was very much what Alex’s mother stood for, poise and cold exterior and not having so much as a single hair out of place, they loved to go to church (something Alex hated), were very old fashioned (they didn’t believe in being gay which angered Alex to unbelievable proportions) and pretty much stomped on the face of feminism. The Suffragette’s did not endure such horrible treatment so dumb bitches like her could exist.

And to top the whole thing off, they, the Avengers, were out of coco pops. This was probably the most upsetting thing to happen to Alex within the last 24 hours. It was Thursday morning. Alex liked having coco pops on a Thursday morning. Coco Pops with a glass of milk and a breakfast muffin. Now all she’d get is the milk and breakfast muffin. Staring blankly at the closed fridge she didn’t notice Steve walk into the kitchen before abruptly stopping upon seeing her look of horror.

“Everything okay Alex?” he asked her.

She stood silent for a moment before the explosion began.

“We are the Avengers, are we not?” she burst.

“Yes?” Steve answered slightly perplexed.

“Then why is it, that the Avengers, are out of bloody coco pops!” she burst again.

With a slight chuckle, he walked up to her before putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, I’m sure we’ll get more coco pops by next Thursday” he said with a small chuckle.

She just whimpered pathetically. “This is what sin looks like, Captain Rogers, depriving your favourite recruit of her one true love” she told him in a very upset voice.

“I promise you Alex, I will personally see to it that we have coco pops by next Thursday” the mascot of truth and justice swore.

“And if you forget?” she pressed clearly still upset.

“I’ll take you out for breakfast” he supplied.

This instantly brought a smile to her face.

“Debbie’s Diner?” she asked.

“Debbie’s Diner” he nodded as she squealed.

“Steve, you are the best” she said looking infinitively happier than what she was thirty seconds ago.

“Well, I try Alex. There’s some sandwiches from that deli you like in the fridge though. Help yourself.” Steve said before turning around as if to look for someone.

As Alex pulled out her sandwiches Steve apparently found whatever he was looking for.

“Buck, eat something will you” he said before turning to walk out of the kitchen.

“He’s with you?” she asked suddenly freezing in her spot while he Steve didn’t notice.

“Yeah, we went for a run in Central Park this morning” he said before rounding out of the kitchen.

Unaware that he was already past the wall that obscured her view of him, so that he could see her, she scrambled to get her sandwiches, milk and breakfast muffin, quickly turning only to see a smirking Bucky Barnes watching her with great amusement.

Well, fuck.

“Hi” she squeaked.

“Hey Alex” he said casually, still clearly amused.

How dare he be so casual when Alex was freaking out.

“Hi” she said again, causing his mouth to tug up a fraction more.

Looking at her breakfast choice his brows furrowed slightly.

“No coco pops?” he asked.

“We’re out” she said dumbly, still having no idea how to approach the situation.

“Bet that didn’t sit well with you” he smiled leaning on the wall on one leg.

Why did she find that so attractive? It was not good.

“No, but it’s okay. Steve said he’d get me some” she answered as short as she could.

“Did he now?” he asked, an odd sort of glint in his eyes.

“Yes…” she said slowly.

“Good man” he said.

“Yeah, anyways, I am going to go eat” Alex said quickly moving to the dining table before taking a seat, at the head as per usual before tearing into her muffin as quickly as possible. After all, if Bucky was gonna make breakfast and eat at the table too, she wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, this plan did not work out.

“So, Alex” Bucky began as if about to start an interrogation. “Sleep well?” he asked with a smirk.

“Mmhm” she answered with a slight squeak in her voice.

“Last night tire you out?” Bucky asked. “I could help you build up some endurance, if you’d like?” he added as an afterthought.

“I- uh, no. I’m probably gonna train with Steve and Natasha” Alex said before pausing to skull her milk as quickly as possible.

For fucks sake. She still had a sandwich to go through. How convenient.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yep” she said.

“Hey Alex?” he asked.

“Hmm?” she hummed looking absolutely anywhere but him.

“Wanna have sex again?” he asked so casually it made her eyes instantly snap to his in a split second.

“Um, I’m good and I have a lot of stuff to do today and yeah” she said lamely while scarfing down her sandwich as quickly as humanly possible.

“Cos I’d like to have sex with you again” he said as her face began heating up, a very slight pink hue placing themselves on her cheekbones.

“I- you would?” she asked before she could stop the words coming out.

“Oh yeah. You were a lot of fun. I’d like to see what other fun things we could do with each other” Bucky said taking a bite out of his apple.

Even his apple eating was hot. Just great.

“I’m sure there’s no limit to the fun we could have but I gotta go do some…cleaning” she said thinking of the first thing that came to her head while bolting to her room, sandwich and plate forgotten.

Blissfully unaware that he was following her, her breathing returned to normal, not that she was aware it was abnormal in the first place what with her mind so consumed with thoughts of Bucky and his beautiful blue eyes and his gorgeous chocolate locks and his ridiculously firm looking (and feeling, Alex remembered) muscles and his perfect hands and his fingers (more specifically what he could do with those fingers) and don’t even get her started on his more adult behavior that seemed to creep its way into her mind every time she so much as thought of him.

She entered her room, still oblivious to who was trailing her and sighed before staring out of her window.

“Spotless” his voice rumbled from right behind her.

Jumping before she turned, she asked in a sort of outrage “What are you doing here?”.

“Well I was gonna help you clean, but your room is spotless” he said strolling around the place casually.

Again. “Screw him and his casually” she thought.

“I meant rearrange stuff” Alex covered.

“Need some muscle?” he asked amusedly.

“Sam’s free, he agreed to help me” she said far too quickly.

“He’s doing an extended training session with Steve and Rhodey” Bucky smirked.

“Oh” was all Alex managed.

“You know, you are adorable when you’re so flustered” he smiled.

Stupid cute impish grin.

“I’m not flust-” she stopped when his hands started rubbing small circles into her hand that he’d apparently taken in the last five seconds.

“No?” he asked.

Oh, how she hated him in this moment.

“No” she said defiantly before snatching hand away, unsuccessfully, as he simply tugged on her hand sending her crashing into his chest, while his arms locked around her, holding her firmly in place.

Brilliant. Just brilliant.

“Oh dear" she muttered.

“You don’t seem unflustered” he observed.

“Bucky, I’ve got” she began but got cut off again.

“Cleaning, re-arranging to be specific, I know” he smiled.

He really did think she was adorable.

“But here’s the thing doll, I want you in bed again, you’ve got loads of time to rearrange furniture” he said.

“Wha- well- I can’t, you know, right now, I’ve got-” she stuttered before he kissed her, completely cutting of whatever possible argument she had prepared.

And she was lost. Lost in his kiss, his smell, the feel of his chest under her hands.

“We’ve got 15 minutes before everyone comes up for lunch, I wanna test just how many times you scream for me in that time” he murmured in her ear causing a shiver to rush down her spine.

“Okay” she squeaked as he dragged her to his bed.

This would be interesting at the very least.


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Boss’s Daughter

“Mitchell! My office, now,” Beca’s boss snapped from across the office floor, motioning for the young producer to follow him.

“Whatever,” Beca grumbled under her breath, getting up from her desk and rolling her eyes at all of her co-workers’ childish little grins, as if she were being called to the principal’s office in grade school.

Once inside the office, Beca nervously took a seat in front of the man’s desk, fiddling with her thumbs.

“Beca,” the man said, sitting on the edge of his desk and fixing his tie before looking at her.

“Yes?” Beca asked in her most polite yet cautious tone.

The man was intimidating for sure, old enough to be her father and matching that exact father-like tone. His face was usually stoic during work hours, however the brunette’s been known to get a smile or laugh out of him from time to time, especially when they together made fun of some of the less mature employees, like Dustin who had been especially clumsy in all of their meetings. He often only called employees into his office to yell at them, demote them, or fire him, so Beca knew it couldn’t be good.

“Were you planning on going to the company picnic?” The man finally spoke up, eyes trained on a little fur stuck on his tie.

“Oh um… I don’t know. Why?” Beca responded.

“I was just thinking about an extra assignment I had, if you were interested,” the man said, still not looking at her but more at his tie.

“I am definitely interested. What, um, what is it?” Beca asked.

“I’m not gonna be able to attend the picnic tomorrow and I was wondering if you could stay and keep my daughter company. She’s interested in the job and doesn’t really know anyone here. She’s actually new to LA,” Beca’s boss explained.

“You want me to… babysit… you daughter?” Beca asked.

“Babysit? Oh, no, Beca you’ve got it all wrong. Chloe’s too old to be babysat. She could just use a friend in the city and… well… you’re the youngest staff member and the trustiest.”

“Oh,” Beca nodded.

“Please? I’m only asking because you’re the best employee.”

Beca’s ears perked at that, causing her to groan internally but smile anyway, nodding in acceptance.

“Yeah. Sure. I’ll be there.”

“What do you mean you have have to babysit your boss’s daughter?” Jesse asked, handing the brunette a beer as he sat on her couch.

“Mr. Beale said I needed to keep her company since he wouldn’t be at the picnic. And… I dunno… he said I was the most capable and trustworthy. I feel like it’s getting in with the boss,” Beca shrugged.

“Well sure, getting in with the boss is one thing, but babysitting his thirteen year old daughter is another thing,” Jesse said.

“Thirteen? No, I don’t… I don’t think the kid is thirteen. He’s had one of his son’s come in before. Connor or Ethan or… or maybe it was James. His boys are all in their twenties,” Beca explained.

“Are any of them hot?” Jesse causally asked, sipping at his drink.

“What? No, Jesse. I told you, only one’s stopped by the office. And… well… yeah he was actually really attractive,” Beca said, thinking back on her short encounter with the Beale son, twenty-something with bright blue eyes and light brown hair.

“Mm. Should’ve taken advantage of getting with the boss’s son. Would’ve helped with your career,” Jesse joked.

“Shut up. I’m more into redhead’s anyway,” Beca shrugged, ruffling his brown hair.

“Mmhm. Isn’t your boss a redhead?” Jesse asked.

“Well… sort of. Like half brunette half redhead… but he’s like old enough to be my father. That’s… gross dude,” Beca said, getting up to throw her beer away.

“Whatever. Have fun babysitting,” Jesse said, getting up to leave.

“Uh huh. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Beca said.

“Only if you’re not too busy babysitting!” Jesse called, halfway down her hall.

“Imbecile,” Beca rolled her eyes.

Beca sat on a bench in the park as the rest of the company chatted away, obviously enjoying the picnic while she scouted out the girl she had to babysit.

A few minutes into her wait a beautiful redhead sat down beside her, eyes flicking to the tattoo on Beca’s wrist.

“A grasshopper tattoo? That’s so cool! I have a ladybug, here, see,” the redhead pointed to her own wrist, revealing a little red ladybug.

“Uh… cool,” Beca responded plainly, barely looking at the girl.

“So what’re you doing here with a bunch of old people?” The redhead asked, observing the park’s inhabitants.

“Company picnic. I work here,” Beca shrugged, only now looking at the girl, instantly shocked by how blue her eyes were.

“That’s cool. What do you do? Like are you the receptionist or the-”

“I’m a producer, actually. Well… I will be. Right now all I do is basically just ride on boss-man’s coattails,” Beca said.

“Boss-man?” The redhead cocked a brow.

“Boss-man. He’s a total tool. And he’s the boss! Like he can’t even see half his employees don’t respect him and the other half are too incompetent to do work,” Beca rolled her eyes.

“And which half do you fall in?” The redhead asked.

“Uh… I guess my own separate section actually. Mr. Beale is brilliant, and he knows how to run the place and make music… I… I just want him to notice me more. Respect me. I’m serious about wanting to be a producer. I want him to see that,” Beca shrugged.

“Is that why you’re here?” The redhead bit her lip at Beca.

“No. No… well… maybe. I was sent here to watch his stupid daughter and I just thought that if I did-”

“He’d notice you,” the redhead finished for Beca.

Beca nodded and laughed before looking into the bright, bright blue eyes that the redhead had and immediately noticed the similarities between this mystery gal and her boss and… shit.

“You’re Chloe right?” Beca asked with wide eyes and a sheepish smile.

“Yep, and you’re Beca,” Chloe chuckled, “Oh, and boss-man is daddy,” Chloe smiled a blinding smile and, oh god, is there anything not perfect about this girl?

“Oh my god. He’s going to fire me when you tell him I said he was-”

“Relax. I’m not gonna tell him anything,” Chloe said.

“You’re… you’re not?” Beca asked in disbelief.

“No. Of course not. It isn’t uncommon for employees to dislike their bosses. And you didn’t say you disliked my dad. In fact you pretty much said you idolize him,” Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand and squeezed it before giving her a comforting smile.

“Oh. Thank you, then. And I’m sorry I called you his ‘stupid daughter’,” Beca blushed weakly.

Chloe suddenly stood up, startling Beca a little as she stood in front of the small park bench and extended her hand for the brunette to grab.

“Uh what?” Beca dumbly said.

“Come on. We’re gonna ditch this place,” Chloe said, grabbing Beca’s hand and pulling her up.

“So she really just vomited all over the stage?” Beca asked, laughing harder than she ever had in her life and spooning the ice cream she got into her mouth as they continued to walk.

“Yeah. All over. Oh, god, and Alice was so mad she threatened to… like… kill Aubrey,” Chloe said.

“Aw. Oh. I feel kind of bad for Aubrey,” Beca said.

“Hah! That’s a first. I mean, she’s been my best friend for, like, ever. But, oh god, she’s really uptight,” Chloe shrugged.

“Maybe she just needed to get laid,” Beca said, causing Chloe to start swatting at her intensely. 

“Oh my god! Beca!” Chloe said, laughing as she broke away from hitting the younger girl.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda weird your dad asked me to babysit you? You’re older than me, after all,” Beca said.

“I mean, I guess. He was just looking out for me. I haven’t really left home since getting to LA. Still looking for an apartment and all,” Chloe said.

“You should just… crash at my place,” Beca offered.

That caused Chloe to stop, dead in her tracks and look at the brunette.

“Did you just ask me to move in? After knowing me for like… two hours?” Chloe asked, checking her watch.

“I… I guess I did,” Beca shrugged.

“Beca, that’s really sweet, but I can think of a reason why that’d be a really, really bad idea,” Chloe said.

“Okay,” Beca said, continuing to walk.

“Wait! Don’t you wanna know what it is?” Chloe cocked a brow, running to the brunette, who was already pretty much back to the picnic, in front of all her coworkers.

“Oh. Uh. Sure?”

“Because,” Chloe said, face getting really close to Beca’s, “then I’d sort of have a huge crush on my roommate.”


“And how would you feel about that?” Chloe asked, biting her lip.

“I’d feel like she was my boss’s daughter,” Beca said, pulling back and walking away.

“Tell me, Beca, why on earth would you pull away from a gorgeous redhead who was totally into you?” Jesse asked.

“Because… she’s my boss’s daughter. What if I actually date her? Go to her house to be introduced. ‘Oh, hey Chloe’s mom, brothers, and dad. Or… er… is it Mr. Beale?’”

“That’s stupid. If you like her then tell her. Plus it’s getting in with the boss, isn’t it? Dating his daughter?” Jesse shrugged.

“What if it doesn’t work out? Then we break up and he’ll hate me forever. It’s not worth the risk, Jess,” Beca said.

“Then why’d you call me out here? It’s my only day off this week and I didn’t really wanna spend it at your company picnic.”

“Because if I see her again I’ll have the urge to fuck her against a tree?”

“Then do it, Beca. Look, I’ve gotta go because I don’t wanna be here anymore. But if she makes you happy then tell her and then go find a nice, quiet tree in the shade where no one will see you-”

“Shut up, ass,” Beca said, pushing him away.

“Seat taken?” Beca said, standing above the blanket Chloe was sitting on.

“I guess not,” Chloe said.

Beca sat down and ran her hands along the soft blanket, scoffing.

“What?” Chloe asked with an annoyed tone.

“Why do you have a generic red and white plaid picnic blanket?”

“It was cute,” Chloe said, voice turning softer.

“I’m sorry for how I acted before,” Beca said sheepishly.

“You and me both,” Chloe mumbled.

“Let me make it up to you,” Beca said, grabbing the redhead’s hands.

“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?” 

“I was thinking… maybe… you’d like to kiss me,” Beca said.

“Sounds about right,” Chloe said, smiling.

“I sort of have a huge crush on you too,” Beca said, leaning into the redhead and kissing her slowly at first, and then way too passionately to be considered appropriate for a company picnic.

“They’re all staring,” Chloe said as she broke off from the kiss, just enough to whisper.

“That’s ‘cause they’re all jealous that I’m kissing the boss’s gorgeous daughter,” Beca smiled, connecting their lips again.

About three and a half months later and the redhead was living in Beca’s apartment, still in a separate room of course, but honestly she spent most of her nights in the brunette’s room anyway.

“Bec,” Chloe called out one evening after returning from her nightly jog.

“Yeah?” Came the response from the kitchen.

“Have you told my dad we’re dating yet?” 

A loud crash came from the kitchen, causing the redhead to rush over and see Beca had dropped her plate.

“Is that a no?”

“That’s a no.”

“Mitchell. My office. Now.”

Beca got up from her desk, avoiding everyone’s coy smirks and whispers as she dragged her feet to Mr. Beale’s office, closing the door behind her.

What followed next was a series of loud yelling and screaming, heard from even outside the almost completely soundproof office walls, allowing all the employees to flinch at the volume, yet not allowing them to hear what was actually being said.

“My daughter?! All you had to do was keep her company! Not screw her!” The man yelled, causing Beca to shrink back into her seat and take the beating.


“Don’t talk! Nothing you could say will change the fact that you’re sleeping with my daughter! Damn it, Mitchell I have half a mind to fire you right now!”

“But I’m your best-”

“I said no talking! You thought sleeping with my sweet, innocent Chloe would get you ahead here? Living with her? She said she was staying with a friend! Then yesterday she tells me you’re the friend and, oh yeah, you’re also sleeping with her?!”

“Daddy that’s enough,” Chloe said, barging into the office.

“Chloe?” Both Mr. Beale and Beca said at the same time.

“That’s enough!” Chloe said again, louder this time.

“Pumpkin what’re you doing here?” Mr. Beale asked, adjusting his tie.

“Beca forgot her mix that she promised she’d show to you,” Chloe said, handing the brunette a little black USB.

“Chloe, uh, now isn’t really the time,” Beca said.

“Now is the perfect time. Daddy you need to apologize to Beca,” Chloe said, sitting down next to the brunette.

“Apologize? Chloe she’s just with you to get ahead!” The man said, arms flailing around.

“To get ahead? Daddy, Beca didn’t even wanna be with me when she found out I was your daughter. But that doesn’t mean we don’t like each other. Stop bullying her,” Chloe sternly said.

“Chloe this is about business,” her dad said.

“No, daddy. It’s about you thinking you can control my life and who I love.”

“Love?” Beca asked, eyes shooting up at the redhead, who had moved to sit on the chair’s arm.

“Uh, yeah. Love. I love you. Sorry,” Chloe’s face flushed pale.

“Chloe I don’t really wanna do this here,” Beca said, eyes flashing to her boss.

“Right. Well. I’m going for lunch. Becs, I think daddy wouldn’t mind if you took your lunch break right now too?” Chloe flashed her dad a mean look, smiling at his nod.

“You saved my life,” Beca said, once they were in the brunette’s car and driving to lunch.

“He shouldn’t be able to do that to you just because we’re together,” Chloe said, squeezing her girlfriend’s hand.

“Hey,” Beca said, turning to face the redhead, “I love you too.”

Nine months later and Beca was sitting in her boss’s office yet again, only not as a lowly wannabe producer, but now as an actual producer and Mr. Beale’s right hand… er… woman.

“Beca what’s happening with Legacy’s album?” Boss-man asked, looking at his tie, an odd obsession Beca seemed to notice he had.

“Looks good. Gonna be released on time, maybe earlier. Emily’s really special,” Beca said.

“Great. Good. And Chloe? What’s happening with her? Does she know?” The father asked, sitting on his desk like he always did.

“She knows nothing. Although she’s suspicious about why I get a random Monday off,” Beca shrugged.

“Random? It’s your anniversary,” Mr. Beale said.

“Yeah, but I mean I missed Valentine’s Day and the Fourth of July so… I don’t know it’s another Monday and she didn’t think I’d get to stay home,” Beca said.

“Must be the nepotism,” Mr. Beale joked.

“If it’s the nepotism that’s gotten me the promotions then I might have to speak to my girlfriend’s boss,” Beca joked back.

“Beca of course it’s nepotism. Can’t have my baby girl be with someone who can’t provide for her,” Mr. Beale chuckled heartily.

“Okay I know you’re joking but if you don’t stop I’ll have to transfer from Beale Records, dump Chloe, and return the ring.”

“Alright, alright. Go enjoy your day, Beca. I expect a call when all is done.”

“Will do.”

“Marry me.”


“Marry me?”

“Oh. Did daddy put you up to this?”

“Chloe just shut up and marry me.”


Maid to Serve

TITLE: Maid to Serve


AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you have been sold to a slave trader to pay a debt. One day you are bought and given to Loki as a gift. He ignores you at first, but he slowly begins to notice your attention to small details in your daily tasks and your funny little quirks. He tries everything he can to seduce you, and the more you resist the more intrigued he is.

RATING: Teen and Up

“Three.” The stall keeper declared as you asked after some underwear.

You frowned, three coins for something so basic seemed somewhat ridiculous; you were about to retrieve the money when you saw someone come into your field of vision. “Like Hel Stan, they are one and you know it.” She snapped.

“Anna…” The man looked at her almost fearfully.

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